Today I went running along a beach path past this very old and very famous hotel on Coronado Island. When I was eight, my family moved to Southern California from Utah, and we had to live at a hotel for about a month or so while our house was getting ready for us to move in. The hotel we lived in was kitty corner from the Hotel Del Coronado, and my brothers and I had so much fun exploring this hotel. I remember running up and down the stair cases and pretending that we lived there with all the other fancy people. We played at the beach everyday and collected sand dollars. I looked for sand dollars this morning and could not find any--this made me a little sad and reminiscent of my childhood and that very weird time in my life that seemed floaty and a little surreal. After my run, I came back and met up with the rest of the family and we went down to the beach in front of the "Hotel Del" and quoted lines from "Some Like it Hot" (we watched it last night) and pointed out the different places that were a part of the film. We laid out our towels and blankets and soaked up the 80 degree sunshine and wondered out loud how cold it was back home and decided that we needed to stay for longer than five days because we are a few of those "someones" who like it hot.
